Crooked I - Straight To The Bank lyrics
[Crooked I - Straight To The Bank lyrics]
This is a letter to my true fans
Take the letter N off the end of fan
Add an M, yeah you my true fam
I ain't never needed a news stand
Just a new stance to understand
The dudes the truth
Damn
Kiss a record executive's ass I can't do
They wanna rape you before they
Bathe and ape you
I'm clapping my hands
Pussy rapper well done
They bent you over, made you spell run
(R-U-N)
Now that's some deep shit
I'm on some G shit
Like getting your peeps hit and not
Giving a fuck the least bit
My trigger click lickety split
Quick as E-Swift
Sip the liquor
That's how quick a nigga's heat spit
I'm rap terror, I'm eating nigga's insides
Heart dark as mascara surrounding Prince eyes
Ya'll small french fries, inch size
This brother lynch guys
You'll be dead way before the stench dies
I'm a way better swinger like I
Was trained by Mayweather Sr
Crooked, they never seen ya
Grey leather seats in the Modena
Shit that straight cheddar bringer
Still thugging wave middle fingers
Bosstradamus, this year I'm dropping
"BOSS" I promise
Haters, yeah I came across your comments
While I was lost off in the Bahamas
With a awesome little mama
Like Buffy peeling off pyjamas
Pussy so good I threw her some cheese son
Dick was even better so she gave me a refund
Speaking of dick I'm thinking you
Pricks can eat one
And don't ride mine when
That summer heat come
They say the truth shall come to the light
I guess the spotlight is on me
When I'm clutching the mic
Clutching it like chrome pipes
Not the kind you find under a bike
The kind that makes swines run for your life
All you best rappers alive
You make a nigga laugh 'til I cry
Put the cash up, dance with the I
You could be the best rapper
Alive after I die
Then I come back twice rapping
With the passion of Christ
Married to the streets
Made her sign a prenup
Taking my paper to the grave, bury me G'd up
LBC'd up, yeah COB'd up
So far ahead of you meth
Heads you better speed up
Niggas pop pills getting E'd up
Me, I'm addicted to Lunesta cause
I do it in my sleep
What
BOSS, see you next week
Take the letter N off the end of fan
Add an M, yeah you my true fam
I ain't never needed a news stand
Just a new stance to understand
The dudes the truth
Damn
Kiss a record executive's ass I can't do
They wanna rape you before they
Bathe and ape you
I'm clapping my hands
Pussy rapper well done
They bent you over, made you spell run
(R-U-N)
Now that's some deep shit
I'm on some G shit
Like getting your peeps hit and not
Giving a fuck the least bit
My trigger click lickety split
Quick as E-Swift
Sip the liquor
That's how quick a nigga's heat spit
I'm rap terror, I'm eating nigga's insides
Heart dark as mascara surrounding Prince eyes
Ya'll small french fries, inch size
This brother lynch guys
You'll be dead way before the stench dies
I'm a way better swinger like I
Was trained by Mayweather Sr
Crooked, they never seen ya
Grey leather seats in the Modena
Shit that straight cheddar bringer
Still thugging wave middle fingers
Bosstradamus, this year I'm dropping
"BOSS" I promise
Haters, yeah I came across your comments
While I was lost off in the Bahamas
With a awesome little mama
Like Buffy peeling off pyjamas
Pussy so good I threw her some cheese son
Dick was even better so she gave me a refund
Speaking of dick I'm thinking you
Pricks can eat one
And don't ride mine when
That summer heat come
They say the truth shall come to the light
I guess the spotlight is on me
When I'm clutching the mic
Clutching it like chrome pipes
Not the kind you find under a bike
The kind that makes swines run for your life
All you best rappers alive
You make a nigga laugh 'til I cry
Put the cash up, dance with the I
You could be the best rapper
Alive after I die
Then I come back twice rapping
With the passion of Christ
Married to the streets
Made her sign a prenup
Taking my paper to the grave, bury me G'd up
LBC'd up, yeah COB'd up
So far ahead of you meth
Heads you better speed up
Niggas pop pills getting E'd up
Me, I'm addicted to Lunesta cause
I do it in my sleep
What
BOSS, see you next week